DREAM 9.22.09: Who the hell do I think I am?

I am in a city—Oakland?—and there is a special, private train readying to depart. I need to be on it so I go to the last car, the luggage car, to deposit my luggage and discover a carpeted room with a separate section in the middle, sunk into the floor, for my bags. It says H.R.H. and I realize that means me. I am a Prince...His Royal Highness. On the train, I sit with other members of my royal family. We are going to Sweden for breakfast. Once there, we dress for the occasion. I put on a jacket made of Lucite. It has telescoping arms that remind me of collapsible travel drinking cups. On the cuffs are Lucite spikes. Under it, I am wearing a white shirt and around my neck are two silver medals on white ribbon. After breakfast (Swedish pancakes?), we get back on the train and return home.